My Child Queen of the Dead no more your eyes God-like
The Sun robed thee in his day Persephone
Embraced in your arms
The Life that had descended now re-arise empowered by the Sun
So mighty was the mother's childless cry
She asked the waves that moan how the world can be so cruel
Do you cry for my child?
And then the voices came saying
We know not we know not why we cry
And so the shadow wails
My quick tears kill the flower
My ravings hush the bird
And lost in grief I fail to send
My gift to helpless man
Rain-rotted dead grain
The pale Sun sets before his time
And I am ill-content with those who dare to say
My fate’s beyond the Fates
The Bright and the Dark have sworn that
I, the child of thee the Power
Who lifts her buried life to bloom
Should be for evermore
The Bride of Darkness
The reaper sees me far away
And now the gleam of dawn upon the threshing floor
Can the dark lord love the Sun
And will the shadows die
Extinguish hateful fires along the fields of Asphodel
Death, not peace, comes easily
The spirit needs release
The souls of men
Who grew beyond
And made themselves
As Gods
Against the fear
Of Death and Hell
They shall prevail
I shall prevail
